You met a little man who seemed to be
In a big hurry and you asked him why
He ran so fast, only to hear him say
"I am Night. Behind me you will see Day.
I can't, I can't let him catch up with me."
You were lost in dreams and you looked lovely
Asleep in your own faith of better hours.
Outside the window, fields, mushrooms, and cows
Carried on with their own necessities,
But you did nothing more urgent than dream.
Whoever understands me, whoever
Understands can wield the voice that woke you.
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